Very, very windy out. Shaking the house.

On the plus side, I managed to make my thermostat stop cooking the entire place so that I had to open windows. It had busticated itself a few days ago; my landlord (in China - big help) said he'd send Art the Plumber if it didn't heal. He should just buy a few new thermostats.

VERY windy - did I say that?
"Strong southeast winds of 30 to 40 mph with gusts to 65 mph."

SJ kept trying to email me and finally rang me instead.

"Do you know there's a problem with your gmail account?"
"Are you certain you're spelling it right?"
"Yes."
"Well, try sending to firemistred."
"I need some spelling out."
"F I R E M I S T R E D. Don't do like one of my kid's parents - she "knew my email address" - it was "Fire Mister Ed" she thought.♦
"Heh."
*SJ sends mail*
"Got it."
*SJ sends a bounced email to me labeled FYI*
*Os looks at it.*
*Os sends an email*
"FYI Do you know you spelt my address wrongly?"♦♦
*Os basks in the faint glow caused by doing something un-wrong for a change.*

SJ lurks on this blob but never says a word, so I'm attempting to smoke her out. Oops, did I say that out loud?


♦ Same family whose daughter told me she always knew when someone on the phone didn't know them at all because he'd ask for "Mr. Hig-Heagle."
♦♦ .gmmail